Garbage boy, film goblin, trash programmer, writer for and on the screen.
I had been haunted by a trailer for a movie involving some fucked up dolls turning their heads menacingly, but I had never been able to find such a movie - until now thanks to Joseph Pallas, who answered my mystery on a Static Vision stream with this Full Moon production. My memory is old and now probably more imagined than real, but there were shots of dolls moving their heads that felt very familiar and I had a good…
This Julie Taymor-directed, English-language production of (part of) Mozart’s famous opera was lent to me by the great Mike Kennedy after we saw Amadeus and I expressed curiosity in Mozart’s work, with which I am only familiar in broad strokes. Thanks Mike! I promise that we’ll watch the Bruce La Bruce movie you lent us soon!
As for the Met opera itself: gorgeously designed. Taymor seems to intimately understand the natural suspension of disbelief that comes with theatre and so…
Must now re-evaluate my once positive relationship with Burnham’s work. I have rarely found Burnham’s specials particularly funny (I wonder how much his continued reference to his “comedy” could be pathologized), but I have found his loud existential struggle with himself compelling and him charismatic until now. The limits of his self-deconstructive persona come into full view here, a long 100 minutes where the “satire” of solipsism becomes the real thing. His comedy has calcified into slick liberal propaganda –…